Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 19:31:31 GMT -5
"Because it's the closest thing to sitting on the ground," Ian replied. He blinked, and his lips fought between a smile and a frown; he'd not remembered being so random or odd ever. Ian shrugged and look at Jean. "Okay, no laughter, I admit it-I was gonna build a sandcastle. You know what, on second thought . . . you feel free to laugh. I'm doing it anyway." Ian moved to his knees and started the very familiar process of gathering sand; being too lazy to dig deeply enough to find the damper layer, a tap from his wand gave the grains ample cohesiveness.
"Isn't that cheating?" He said with a grin as he watched Ian utilize his wand. " He laughed lightly and sat back to watch. Running his fingers through his hair as he did, then settling his hands behind himself to support his upper body.
A figure moved from the shadow cast by the building over onto the beach and continued to move towards the two sitting on the beach. "Jean!" The voice called, echoing past the two. It was a quick happy call, nothing of malevolence in it. "Hey Jean!" He called again as he reached near 10 feet from the other two. "There you are... I was looking all over, thought you might've run off, quit school full stop." He laughed and looked at Ian. "Your friend?"
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 19:55:12 GMT -5
Ian looked up from his sandcastle; recognizing his housemate, he stood up and brushed the dirt quickly from his hands and shook his hair back, pretending there had been no sandcastle, he kicked the small mound into more sand across the beach. The reluctant destruction of his own efforts brought a little frown to his face; he looked over to the young man and tried without success to remember his name. At the same time, his mind had gone off on some tangent about whether he and Jean could be considered friends, and now the memory of the name was a hopeless quest.
Jean looked up, "Er- Hey..." He said with a lackluster voice, looking down at the sand as he did. "No, I'm still here..." He didn't look to Rene's eyes, nor did he look up from the sand from this point on. "Um- yea- Ian... Rene..." He said the second name with an apathy which hinted at distaste.
"Right... you're the..." He tried to think of something he could possibly remember about Ian but found nothing and so resolved not to care. "Ian, a pleasure." He smiled kindly. "Rene, Rene Sirf." He said with a tone that oozed 'I'm important'. "Jean," He returned to looking at him. "You remember what we said about last we talked?" He sent a small glare.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 20:09:43 GMT -5
"I'm the what?" Ian said, something flaring in his eyes, all too ready to take offense at the lack of coomment. "Was there . . .was there some implication there?" He really didn't notice the cold hostility between Jean and Rene at first, but when nobody noticed him Ian ran over the phrase in his mind and developed curiousity over the whole thing. He looked between them and stayed silent, hoping if he wasn't obvious he might catch something interesting.
Jean bit his tongue, wanting to say something that would probably get him in trouble but be far more satisfying. "Yes, yes René I remember." He said in a ever so slightly sarcastic voice. He lifted his head to look at him and cracked a fake smile. "How could I forget, you talk so elegantly..." He sat up now, and pushed off the ground, standing. He looked at Ian only for a second hating that this was happening in front of him. He then looked back to Rene. "I said I remember, you can go now. Really, I'd appreciate it if you would." His tone went somewhat harsher while trying to retain a civil edge.
Glancing to Ian Rene's face slid into a smile. "But Jean, Jean my friend." He stepped closer to him. "I don't believe I'm in your command." He whispered sharply. Placing his arm on Jean's shoulder. "But this once, I'll yield," he pushed him backwards, watching as he fell onto his back. "I'll see you around Jean. Ian... A pleasure." He turned sharply on his heel, sending some sand onto Jean in the motion.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 20:32:07 GMT -5
"Whazzat all about?" Ian asked quickly as Rene turned to go. He knew it was none of his business; he was also disppointed nothing interesting had happened. "He seemed . . .er . . .friendly . . .but not in a good way . . ." No, in that intimidating show of mock good humor that hid a darker intent; he knew it, it wasn't uncommon in the members of his house . . .more treachery and deceit and control.
occ: Anyone can interrupt... its not like... you'll turn into dust and be used as cat litter... i think... Plus we like Rene.
ic- Jean didn't say much as he brushed the sand from his person. "Nothing..." He said with a tone of lament. Sighing and returning to an upright position. "Yea..." He said with a sarcastic affirmation, "Friendly."
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 17, 2007 17:50:53 GMT -5
Ian jerked his thumb to where Rene had been. "And that would be your general impression of Wolfbanes?" he queried with a raised eyebrow. "Certainly explains your assessment of us . . ." Ian still felt that outright shows of force were graceless, and didn't see the point of those like Rene being around him. He took a few steps towards Jean and kicked at a broken shell.